Zhao Rong has not reached the level of being able to see at night. The "person" in the darkness opposite him may be able to do so, but he cannot.

But.

In the darkness, those long eyes like autumn water were extremely bright, and their light was clear and sharp.

Zhao Rong knew it was her. Even in the pitch-black darkness, he could accurately point out the teardrop mole under her left eye.

What is Qingjun’s expression at this moment?

Zhao Rong really wanted to know.

When the beautiful figure stopped at the corner, Zhao Rong quickly walked forward and came to the eaves where she was.

But there was no way to hide from the rain here, and the cold autumn rain still hit Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei obliquely.

But neither of them cared, at this moment they only had each other in their eyes.

Zhao Rong took off his straw hat and wiped his face with his hand. "Are you finally willing to come out to see me?"

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at him for a while and did not respond to Zhao Rong.

"Where have you been?"

His usual clear and cool voice was now a little hoarse.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt guilty, as if he was running around without the approval of his "parents". "Didn't I tell you that I had something to do outside today? That's why I only have that letter today."

Concubine Zhao Ling's tone was filled with resentment and anger, "You are lying! Where did you tell me that? Where is your letter?"

Zhao Rong frowned, "Didn't you receive the letter this morning?"

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and sniffed, "I...I went to the door seventeen times, but your letter didn't come."

"Fan Yushu..." Zhao Rong cursed inwardly, but now was not the time to pursue this. He should coax Qingjun first. "Ahem, okay, Qingjun, I know about this matter. I will explain it to you later. Let's go inside first. The rain is too heavy. Your umbrella can't cover it. All the rain is falling on you. Let's go in quickly, or you will catch a cold."

When Concubine Zhao Ling heard the worry and anxiety in his words, her heart suddenly sweetened. However, when she thought about how she had waited for him outside for a whole day in a daze, worrying about this and that, she felt a little aggrieved, and her eyes were sparkling.

Concubine Zhao Ling sniffed again and said angrily, "I won't go in. I haven't caught a cold. Even if I catch a cold, you can't do anything about it."

"Why are you sniffling if you don't have a cold?"

Concubine Zhao Ling turned her head away from Zhao Rong and asked, "What do you care?"

Zhao Rong twisted his mouth and said, "Why should I care? You are my wife, married in a formal ceremony. Every part of your body and every hair belongs to me. How can I not care? Xiao Qingjun, I tell you, don't let my wife catch a cold, otherwise... hehe, otherwise I will punish you according to the family rules."

In the darkness, Zhao Lingfei was stunned for a moment, as if she was wondering what family rules they had...

Of course, Zhao Rong couldn't tell her that this "family law" was something he had just thought of a second ago. It would make some rhythmic sounds that were not suitable for children and would make people think of something wrong.

But Zhao Rong didn't give Concubine Zhao Ling time to think about it. The next second, he turned and walked towards the courtyard gate, saying in a tone that said, "Hurry up and follow me. Be good and listen to your husband."

Concubine Zhao Ling's body trembled and she wiped her eyes, but her eyes were still shining. She stood still, staring at Zhao Rong's back.

How can you be so overbearing? It's obviously you who made others worry, but your tone is so fierce. You, don't forget that you are the one chasing me now... Brother Rong'er, do you really think you have me in your hands? I, I...

Concubine Zhao Ling gritted her teeth, wanting to take revenge on him and say something cruel, but for some reason she didn't dare to think or say it. Even in her heart, she still couldn't bear to leave him.

Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't help but feel annoyed at herself for being useless. Why did she allow Zhao Rong to belittle her time and time again? Why did she always think of him when she practiced sword? Today, she came to find him like a madman, but when she found that he was missing, she felt dazed and had all sorts of wild thoughts all day long.

Zhao Rong noticed something, stopped and turned around.

Looking at the tall and slender figure in the darkness behind.

Seeing that Concubine Zhao Ling didn't move or say anything, and her eyes were shining brightly, he suddenly thought to himself that something was wrong and cursed himself in his heart.

Zhao Rong was unable to change his expression for a moment, and accidentally used the same expression and tone he used with Xiaoxiao to describe Qingjun.

In Zhao Rong's heart, although Qingjun and Xiaoxiao are two completely different women, they have some things in common.

Xiaoxiao is a little punched in the face. He is sometimes a little domineering, but she likes that because it makes her feel safe. She will always stick to him foolishly.

Qingjun is a conservative and noble woman with self-respect and self-love, but it’s okay if he is a little domineering in some aspects, because Qingjun also lacks the sense of security that men bring her and longs for a man to rely on. However, the premise is that the domineering must be reasonable and legal.

After all, both beauties belong to the category of little girls, especially Qingjun. She is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. On the surface, she appears to be an independent and strong woman, and this is the impression she gives to outsiders. However, her heart is soft, and there always lives in her the little girl who held Zhao Rong's clothes when she was young. It's just that the various responsibilities and obligations after growing up have made her the Concubine Zhao Ling today, and she has to be strong.

Therefore, Zhao Rong's mistake just now was that he used "dominance" at the wrong time. At present, the relationship between the two is still in the easing period, and Qingjun has not completely accepted him. Well, in her heart, she is still carefully observing him...

Ahem, it’s all because I watched too many TV dramas about “domineering CEOs” in my previous life…

Zhao Rong's mind was full of thoughts. The next moment, he pursed his lips and walked back to Concubine Zhao Lingfei. He gently extended a hand to her and said softly, "Okay, it's your husband's fault. Don't be angry, my lady."

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head slightly and looked into Zhao Rong's gentle eyes. In the darkness, she was silent, still staring into his eyes seriously, with an inexplicable look in her eyes.

Zhao Rong understood immediately, coughed lightly, and said sincerely: "I won't dare anymore, I really won't dare anymore, my lady, from now on, if I am more than a thousand feet away from you, I will report to you..."

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at Zhao Rong's bright eyes carefully again.

There, at this moment, it was all her.

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded slightly and stretched out her right hand towards Zhao Rong's open palm.

Zhao Rong was delighted, but the next second, the hand he stretched out to hold her hand grabbed a warm and wet wooden handle.

This is the oil-paper umbrella she has always held in her hand, still carrying some of her residual warmth.

Zhao Lingfei glanced at him arrogantly, snorted, held her head high, and walked straight forward.

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly followed, staying close to her side, holding the umbrella for her, fearing that she would get wet in the rain.

Like a dog leg...

only.

To Zhao Rong's disappointment, Zhao Lingfei did not be fooled by him into entering his house, but walked directly past the gate of Zhao Rong's courtyard and returned towards Nanci Jingshe.

Zhao Rong's overbearing tone before was actually intended to "scare" her into the house and catch her off guard. Unfortunately, Qingjun didn't fall for it...

She was probably afraid that after entering his house, during the long night, something would happen that she was not mentally prepared for, allowing Zhao Rong to pass the probation period by chance and get the ink-colored jade token.

In fact, the two of them had some kind of tacit understanding about the jade token. As long as Zhao Rong got it, it would symbolize that their relationship was completely restored and as good as before, just like the wedding night half a year ago when Zhao Rong awakened his memories of his past life. The moment he lifted the red veil of Concubine Zhao Lingfei with great anticipation, the two completed the jade exchange ceremony and pledged their lifelong love.

However, judging from the situation, before that, Qingjun seemed to want to test his sincerity in saying "I want to know you"...

At present, Zhao Rong's strategy is... to hide first and then go wild. Once Qingjun is deceived, bah, coaxed, then he can go wild...

The heavy rain from last night to tonight seems to be a little lighter.

Zhao Rong held an umbrella for Concubine Zhao Ling all the way and sent her to the entrance of Nanci Jingshe.

Zhao Rong originally wanted to hand the umbrella back to Concubine Zhao Ling and prepared to turn around and leave.

But Concubine Zhao Ling rolled up her sleeves and had an oil-paper umbrella in her hand, and she did not take the umbrella handed to her by Zhao Rong.

Although he was wearing a straw raincoat, it would have been better if he had an umbrella. But why didn't you take out the second umbrella on the road just now... Zhao Rong's heart skipped a beat, and the feeling of the slight warmth and cool fragrance emanating from her body under the same umbrella all the way just now once again made him silently recall.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling, who should have turned around and left, did not enter Nanci Jingshe immediately.

She stood in front of Zhao Rong, not moving.

Although Zhao Lingfei was considered tall among women, she was still a little shorter than the slender Zhao Rong. However, the height difference between the two was just right, very suitable for a hug... Zhao Rong thought secretly.

But before Zhao Rong could think more, the woman in front of him moved.

Concubine Zhao Ling gently stood on tiptoe, raised her white hand, gathered her four slender fingers together in the palm of her hand, grabbed a dry corner of her sleeve, covering half of her palm, and helped wipe the rain off his face.

The bare hand, wrapped in the sleeve, carefully stroked Zhao Rong's thin cheeks, wet temples, cold forehead, and neck dripping with rain. Her sleeve had a pleasant smell.

Occasionally, his rough skin would touch Zhao Lingfei's soft and slippery fingers.

Zhao Rong stared at the woman in front of him in a daze.

She tilted her head slightly, biting her red lips with her pearly teeth, her eyelashes were long, her eyes were trembling, her expression was serious, and her eyes were filled with his image.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt that it would be nice if life could continue in this plain way. There were no spectacular or unforgettable stories, just such a simple life, you were thinking of me and I was thinking of you.

I read quietly and write a love poem with you every day. You practice peacefully. When you are tired, we go out for a walk. If it is sunny, you just need to wear your white clothes and let the sun shine into you. You have to smile brightly and wait for me to hold your hand. If it is rainy, you just need to hide under my umbrella and let my chest touch your cheek. You have to wipe my sweat gently with your sleeves and let me look at you like this...

After a while, Zhao Lingfei's originally dry sleeves were completely wet. She pinched them, squeezed out some rain water, and prepared to withdraw her hands.

But in an instant, her fair wrist was grabbed by another big hand.

Concubine Zhao Ling struggled, but her strength was very little, just a symbolic effort.

Zhao Rong tilted his head, letting her warm and wet hands cover his face.

He rubbed gently against her palm like a kitten.

Concubine Zhao Ling watched quietly, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised and a faint smile.

Zhao Rong was also smiling, and his gentle eyes met hers through the gaps between her fingers.

The hot air from his mouth made Zhao Lingfei's palms itchy.

"Qingjun." Zhao Rong called softly.

"Yes." She said shyly.

Concubine Zhao Ling began to gently stroke Zhao Rong's angular face with her hands.

I stroked his sword-like eyebrows, his bright eyes, his straight nose, and his beard...

Zhao Rong blinked and kissed her fingertips.

Concubine Zhao Ling withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted.

He grinned.

Concubine Zhao Ling ran away with a red face.

…

Nanci Jingshe, southwest corner.

Summer Lotus Courtyard.

Ye Lanzhi came to the door, received a brocade box from the female official who knocked on the door, and returned leisurely.

She placed the brocade box casually on the table as usual and went to do other things.

It was unknown how long it had passed before Ye Lanzhi returned from outside and prepared to go to the quiet room to practice. However, when she passed by the desk, she glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, remembered something, and stopped in front of the desk.

She stood still, staring at the brocade box. She was silent for a moment. She didn't know what she was thinking about. She sighed slightly, and there seemed to be some...resentment in her eyes.

But it flashed by in the next second.

Ye Lanzhi casually opened the brocade box and took a quick look. Sure enough, there was only a light pink letter inside.

After all, I'm not like Senior Sister Lingfei, who receives dozens of letters every day...

She smiled lightly and without looking closely, she picked up the "love letter" with familiar packaging in the box.

Well, it should be called a love letter, at least that’s what the guy said.

Ye Lanzhi's fingers were nimble and she skillfully pulled out a piece of paper from the letter. It was the familiar Huajian paper.

She opened the paper and glanced at it casually, thinking that it would be the same long and obscure "love words" as in the past.

But the next second, Ye Lanzhi's gaze suddenly stopped on the paper.

There were only a few short lines of words on the paper.

Her eyes were instantly drawn to it.

Ye Lanzhi stared blankly for a while, and murmured unconsciously:

"Between the green mountains and clear waters, I want to hold your hand.

Walk across this bridge.

There are green leaves and red flowers on the bridge, and flowing water and houses under the bridge.

On the other side of the bridge are black hair, on this side of the bridge... are white hair."

"Very beautiful." She whispered to herself.

Ye Lanzhi stared at the love letter without blinking, was silent for a moment, and then her expression changed.

This is not Fan Yushu’s handwriting, definitely not... This regular script is dignified and majestic, full of beauty like a love letter, and pleasing to the eye.

She suddenly flipped over the envelope in her left hand and saw the sender's name on it...

"Zhao Ziyu?"

Ye Lanzhi said in a daze.